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It seems as if..
The sun shines on this place..
Only.. the stars flickering ..
Here is a tree..
 On a distant hill.. top..
Towards the earthrise ..
Through my back door..

A little bit slower..
Rhythmic song of ..
Some creative seconds..
And many more.. the birds do..
Sing a beautiful song..

 This time is so much accurate.. apt
 as if doors and distinct start.. (dome and archs)
 long and light as feathers afar..
 longer than a longest path....
Rises towards the similar shore..
 Standstill waves.. and beautiful core..
A cavity.. wall.. and staircase of..
This beautiful hillside..
And some ephemeral art..
My name is Bird.. of midnight March.

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